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When he'd set his schedule, Adam had been well-pleased with himself for having Monday off. He'd planned to use the day to catch up on summer reading and, more importantly, catch up on Ronan. Gansey's appearance yesterday morning had thrown everything out of order. Noah is beside himself and Blue has retreated and Adam thinks that Ronan's just gone numb for the sake of not blowing up with rage. Henry is too ineffable for Adam to even gauge his reaction.
So he'd left a note for Ronan. Well, note is a generous word for it. He'd taken a post-it and drawn three intersecting lines and figured that if anyone could understand it, Ronan would.
It's a humid mid-morning and Adam's surveying a corner of land at the very edge of Cabeswater. It's close enough to reality that its location should stay fixed but still firmly in the space of Cabeswater that no one will find the barn that isn't invited. He's shirtless, the shirt tied into his belt loop, and surrounded by some library books on livestock care, a tape measure, a calculator, and a rapidly-filling notebook as he does his calculations.
So he'd left a note for Ronan. Well, note is a generous word for it. He'd taken a post-it and drawn three intersecting lines and figured that if anyone could understand it, Ronan would.
It's a humid mid-morning and Adam's surveying a corner of land at the very edge of Cabeswater. It's close enough to reality that its location should stay fixed but still firmly in the space of Cabeswater that no one will find the barn that isn't invited. He's shirtless, the shirt tied into his belt loop, and surrounded by some library books on livestock care, a tape measure, a calculator, and a rapidly-filling notebook as he does his calculations.
